The Ruins

Fairies

The Zomborcs sensed the blood and turned toward him. They ran at Jakombie, biting and clawing the air. Lanai summoned her powers from the air and Earth. She brought a light ball of energy into her hands. She let it grow, for only a few seconds, before hurling it at the mass of bodies attacking her friend.

They didn’t know where it came from or what it was. They were in shock as they were flung into the fields. Ishloche came forward breathing fire. He surrounded their advancement in flames. Ramal jumped from the dragon and pulled her sword from its sheath. Like lightening, she struck hard and fast. Her swift movements caught them off guard.

The flames and the energy surges kept them in the confines of their enemy. Jakombie was bitten again, but he killed the Zomborc that did it. He continued slashing them to pieces, as if it hadn’t happened. With Jakombie at one end and Ramal at the other, the Zomborcs’ attempt to go in any direction, was futile. The remaining Zomborcs were slaughtered. Jakombie, Lanai and Ramal cheered and ran into the nearby field as Ishloche burned their remains. Lanai and Ramal used their magic too heal Jakombie. They also cautiously put up a shield, to not let the fire do any more damage to the crops. The fire burned hot as turned an ugly yellow as virus was killed, from their spilled blood.

The battle was won.

KRAG

Krag was getting tired of waiting for the Orcs to attack. He pushed the raft into the water. “Who will go with me?” He asked his men. “We are men of action, not of waiting and hiding!”

Tordin and Micca jumped aboard along with a few others. They had their spears and swords in hand, ready for anything. “Let’s do this!”

Krag attached the oars that had been plated and sharpened. He hadn’t seen Namani surface for a while. He hoped that it was sleeping in the depths.

Jaqavious entered the water. Twoloado was right behind him. All of the Orcs were waiting their turn to cautiously enter the river. One by one they floated on their backs, letting the current take them downward. Soon they would be right beside the camp of the humans. Jaqavious reached his huge arms above his head, swimming faster toward the other side. The Orcs followed suit.

One ran into another, and started a fight in the river. They were splashing and making noise. A large fin surfaced and circled them. The river was covered from one side to the other in floating Orcs.

Namani watched them from below. He saw the bodies floating. He could smell the rot from their flesh. Slowly, three at a time, he dragged them into the depths and drowned them. He didn’t want to alarm the others. He didn’t even make a splash.

Jaqavious didn’t notice them disappearing. Twoloado stopped swimming and bobbed his head above the water, trying to catch his breath. All of them had entered the waters. There were no more Orcs on the other side of the river. They were half way across. He looked the other direction, and saw the raft pushing toward where they were.

Twoloado splashed water at Jaquavious, to make him stop. He flung his head up and yelled “What the hell do you think you are doing?”

“Stop and look, and be quiet.” Twoloado told him.

Jaquavious looked back and saw the Orcs disappearing under the currents. He looked around and saw the raft. “Too late for that, “ he said. “Look alive you asses!” He yelled into the water to the other Orcs. “We are under attack!”

Krag heard the yelling and the splattering. He turned the raft toward their voices. “Look here.” He told Tordin. “They have made themselves easy targets.” Krag looked back to the camp and the fields. The men were hiding, waiting with their traps. “This is going to be good.” He said.

He didn’t see any other Orcs on the banks. “They are all in the water!” Krag told them. He motioned for the men to start throwing rocks into the water. He wanted to wake the monster. Tordin started throwing spears toward the floating targets.

“Yeah, get em!” Micca yelled throwing his spear as well.

Jaquavious and Twoloado made it to shore. “Kill them all!” They yelled. They ran to the camp and started beating down the tents and huts. They were followed by more Orcs. The branches snapped. Large rocks came at them and the trip wires released, taking off their limbs. Twenty Orcs sat as stumps, howling.

The spears from the men took down several of the Orcs. Krag bashed more with the Oars. Slicing through their skin. The water started to run red. Namani was furious. He flung Orcs into the air, biting them in half, when they came back to him. He saw the men helping to dispose of his trespassers, so he left the raft alone. Thick, disgusting, huge, body parts, were floating down the river with the current. Namani flung some further away from his nest with his tail.

Krag leaned over the raft and used his dagger on the Orcs that came near it. He pierced the hearts of many. Huge hands came onto the raft followed by a large Orc body. Micca jumped on him. They tousled back and forth and both fell into the river. “Yee Haw!” Micca yelled with one hand in the air and his other arm around the Orcs neck. He was riding him like a bull in a rodeo. The Orc thrashed around, then fell unconscious in to the river. Micca swam upward and yelled out ”Who’s next?”

Tordin laughed at him. There were so many Orcs. “You can’t ride them all!” He told Micca.

Namani took out most of them. He was an awesome host for this party.

Suddenly there were small creatures flying toward them. The air was full of wings and laughter.

“What the hell?” Krag exclaimed.

“Help you, help you, don’t be a fool.” The fairies chimed, swarming Krag’s head. They flew off into the distance where the Orcs had come from. Krag watched them suspiciously. His head was whirling. “Fairies?”